ON the beach at night alone, <br /> As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, <br /> As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of <br /> the universes, and of the future. <br /> <br /> A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all, <br /> All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, <br /> comets, asteroids, <br /> All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the <br /> same, <br /> All distances of place, however wide, <br /> All distances of time--all inanimate forms, <br /> All Souls--all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in <br /> different worlds, <br /> All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes--the fishes, the <br /> brutes, 10 <br /> All men and women--me also; <br /> All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages; <br /> All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any <br /> globe; <br /> All lives and deaths--all of the past, present, future; <br /> This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall <br /> forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-beach-at-night-alone-2/
